Love measures distance.
More miles mean more intense.
Afar, not meeting for long,
Longing for love is love.
Long days we get lost in love.
Lone, all alone we live in love.
More miles mean more intense.
Afar, not meeting for long,
Longing for love is love.
Long days we get lost in love.
Lone, all alone we live in love.
Love is not about reunions.
But of bidding goodbye, always.
But of bidding goodbye, always.
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